That idea of doing a separate story for those scenes I'm thinking of is looking more and more appealing.

I own nothing aside from original characters and plot points.

ENJOY!


The two days since Thunderbird 3 launched (actually, when you thought about it, it was closer to three) were some of the hardest Indiana had experienced since she joined International Rescue.

She knew why it was like this. It was not being able to know anything. Before, they could get at least semiregular updates, whether it be from John (or Alan, when it's his shift) in the satellite, or Scott and Virgil (and Gordon, if he goes with them) in the danger zone itself.

But now? They weren't going to hear anything. They were going to have to rely on outside sources. Like that television reporter who obsessively kept tabs on the status of the Sun Probe as the ship hurtled towards the sun.

Indiana never thought she'd be thankful for the media in her life, but there she was.

She fidgeted with the hem of the shirt she had borrowed from Scott. She had never been the type before to want to wear her boyfriend's clothes (not that she had many boyfriends in her high school and college days). But with Scott, she suddenly had the urge to wear his shirts to bed and even sleep in his bed sometimes.

She got used to tiptoeing around residences thanks to growing up with her younger siblings. When they were younger, no matter what time it was, if they heard someone move around the house, they decided it was playtime and they'd wake up the whole house.

Plus, there was that memory she regained of sneaking out of the place they were staying in while they were in North Carolina to have late-night rendezvous with her summer love.

Indiana Evans was a rebel at heart.

Eventually, she convinced herself to climb out of Scott's bed and sneak back to her bedroom to get ready for the day.

As she did, she lightly pressed her fingers to her lips, remembering the last kiss Scott gave her before he departed. The way he embraced her set her body alight and rendered her breathless. Even the mere recollection had Indiana sitting on the edge of her bed to steady herself. Her heart raced in her chest and her body tingled where he had touched her.

Then she remembered their first kiss.

Begin flashback

Scott and Indiana often went hiking together when they had the chance. He was determined to show her everything the island had to offer.

The best way to do that was hiking.

Today, Scott decided to take her on his favourite trail by the beach. The other trails offered her a unique insight into all the ecosystems the island had to offer. But this one allowed her a continuous view of the ocean and the sun as it disappeared into the horizon.

"I told you," Scott panted as he and Indiana made their way up what he had deemed his favourite bluff, "Best view of the sunset on the island."

"I'll give you that," Indiana relented as she took a swig of water from the bottle she brought with her, "This view is incredible."

"Also gives us a chance to enjoy the sunset before we have to go back," Scott pointed out as he took a seat on the bluff.

Indiana joined him, her aching limbs grateful for the rest. She was fit, but these hiking trails were a killer!

Scott slung an arm across her shoulders as he too took in the view of the sunset, causing Indiana to rest her head on his shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist. He suddenly hoped she would attribute his red face to the physical exertion rather than blushing over having a woman in such an intimate proximity for the first time in…

Actually, the last time Scott had anything with a girl was in college. A lot of the women he met in the Air Force were older than him and served as older sister figures, something they had declared he desperately needed.

He wasn't about to turn that down.

He suddenly felt Indiana bristle as she suddenly put a hand to her head. Having gotten to know her fairly well, he knew this meant one of her memories was coming back. Indiana had told him that her memories sometimes came back seamlessly; she wouldn't even realize it was a recovered memory until she talked about it and someone pointed it out to her.

But sometimes, she would feel "funny" (that was literally the word she used to describe it) and the memory would suddenly come back in full force.

"You alright?" Scott asked worriedly, "You remember something else?"

"Yeah," Indiana winced, waiting for the sudden headache to pass.

Scott waited patiently, waiting for her to recover sufficiently enough to tell him. A few moments later, she was okay.

"It was something similar to this," Indiana began recalling, "I was with that guy I mentioned. We found a bluff. We were watching the sunset. We were talking, but I don't know what we were talking about. Everything and nothing. Then, we…"

Indiana trailed off, suddenly blushing.

Scott couldn't help but tease, "Which base?"

"First. And get your mind out of the gutter," Indiana chided with a laugh before her blush deepened, "Although, something tells me we didn't wait that long before moving to second base."

Scott blushed himself as he recalled his own summer romance. They barely waited a week before moving to second base. It was a total accident. Scott's normally a gentleman in that regard. But one time, he got a little carried away during a kiss and his hands developed a mind of their own. She didn't object, though.

At least, they waited a bit longer before moving to third base and then scoring a "homerun".

Why did that sound so vulgar?

"Uh," Scott cleared his throat, "Do you remember the guy? Or is he still a blur?"

"I only remember one thing about him," Indiana responded, "Blue eyes. Kind of like yours, actually."

Scott again felt the pangs of familiarity. He now had a strong suspicion about his summer romance and they were even closer to being confirmed.

But he didn't want to voice them. He didn't want to push things.

He didn't want to ruin the moment.

The sun had started setting in earnest now. It was a beautiful sight. Especially the way the sky was painted several different hues. Blues. Pinks. Oranges.

Virgil would be in heaven with his canvas and palette trying to capture the splendid beauty.

Scott did watch the sunset. Well, he watched parts of it. But he was more entranced with the beauty sitting next to him. He did what had almost become habit for him at this point. He tucked that strand of hair behind her ear. That caused Indiana to turn away from the sunset and look at him in earnest. He brought his other hand up, holding her face in both hands with a combination of tenderness and intimacy Indiana couldn't recall ever experiencing.

Then, he kissed her. Almost as if he was about to regain his senses, Scott went to pull away, but Indiana reached up and pulled him back in.

Needing proximity, Scott's hands left her face and pulled her to straddle his lap. One arm went around her waist to keep her pressed against him while his free hand returned to caressing her cheek. Indiana was responding in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Then, she started stroking those hairs at the nape of his neck. Scott whimpered helplessly as he abruptly broke the kiss, his eyes a darker shade of blue and pupils dilated.

"Careful!" Scott panted, "Or this may be going a lot faster than you want."

Indiana was tempted to challenge him. To stroke those hairs again and see what would happen if she dared to disobey him. But mixed in with the clear signs of arousal was desperation. He was struggling to maintain control enough as it was. If she continued teasing him, the thread would snap. He wouldn't be able to stop.

Nodding wordlessly, Indiana shifted her hands so they rested on his shoulders instead as she leaned in to kiss him again.

Before long, they were making their way back to the main house. But before they could make their way inside, Scott suddenly pulled Indiana off the path into an area of bushes and trees. When she went to voice her confusion, she found herself pressed against the palm tree.

She thought he was going to kiss her again, which she wouldn't have complained about.

She had the right idea, but the wrong destination.

Indiana was letting out whimpers of her own when his mouth attached itself to her neck, nipping at a sensitive patch of skin before running his tongue over the area to soothe any pain that may have occurred.

Scott smirked when he saw her look similar to how he did before. Eyes darker. Pupils blown.

"Payback," Scott growled.

He gave her one last (admittedly rough) kiss before pulling her away from the palm tree and back towards the house.

End flashback

Indiana had moved herself from the bed to the shower. Running her fingers through her wet hair, she almost moaned at the relief the hot water provided her.

That kiss on the bluff led to several more stolen moments around the island. Admittedly, sometimes, they would sneak into Thunderbird 1 to have a few moments to themselves.

But they never talked about where they stood. Anytime they tried, they kept getting distracted.

The closest they came was when they (along with Gordon) went to his friend's funeral. Emotions ran a little high and they explored second and third bases before they regained their senses and stopped. (Gordon must've suspected something almost happened because Scott had to take a long, cold shower after their talk.) They both agreed it wasn't the time or the place. They would talk about it later.

Then, the Sun Probe happened and everything went sideways.

Wiping away the tears that were starting to form, Indiana thought about what could've been the last time she saw Scott, Tin-Tin and Alan.

Begin flashback

They had all gathered in the lounge. Jeff sat at his desk. Scott, Alan and Tin-Tin sat on the settee in front of him. Virgil, Gordon, Kyrano and Indiana stood nearby.

Jeff looked at his watch and declared, "Right. We're ready. You know what to do?"

"Yes, father," Scott nodded dutifully.

"Let's hope it'll work from that distance," Alan remarked, referring to the designated zones to operate the safety beam.

"It's got to. It's as close as we dare go. Good luck all of you!" Jeff said before turning to Tin-Tin, "It's your first mission, Tin-Tin. Make it a successful one."

"I'll do my best. Mr. Tracy," Tin-Tin promised.

There was no time for more words, for the settee disappeared under the ground to take them to Thunderbird 3's silo. Scott and Indiana kept their eyes on each other the entire time until they couldn't anymore. When Scott disappeared below ground and a new settee rose in place of the old one.

Several minutes later, Thunderbird 3 launched. Everyone had gathered on the balcony to watch Thunderbird 3 disappear into the skies as it hurtled towards space.

Everyone was scared. No one voiced their fears. But they all knew, and they all felt the same.

End flashback

Indiana joined Jeff and Gordon in the lounge. Virgil and Brains had already departed in Thunderbird 2, heading for Mount Arkan.

"Have we heard anything?" Indiana asked urgently.

"Virgil hasn't radioed in yet," Jeff shook his head, "I was just about to turn on the telecast to get an update on Thunderbird 3."

Indiana nodded as she moved to stand next to Gordon while Jeff turned on the TV.

"We have just received word that Thunderbird 3 has attempted to fire a safety beam to force the Sun Probe to fire its retros. Regretfully, their first attempt was a failure. It looks like they'll have to go closer to the sun before they can effectively project the safety beam."

"Damn it," Indiana cursed.

"Can they go any closer?" Gordon asked worriedly.

"No," Indiana shook her head firmly, "I know they can't abandon the solarnauts, but it won't do anyone any good if they put themselves in danger like that."

"The problem is Tin-Tin," Jeff said out of nowhere, "Can we ask her to risk her life further?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Tracy."

Jeff, Indiana and Gordon turned to see Kyrano entering the lounge.

"I could not help but hear your words. Tin-Tin is my daughter. I think I can say what her answer to your problem would be," Kyrano stated.

"Yes, I know what you're gonna say. She wouldn't hesitate to go on into the danger zone. But is it right for us to ask her to?" Jeff argued.

"Both my daughter and I owe our lives to you, Mr. Tracy. For this reason, it is right. She will go with your sons," Kyrano proclaimed.

Kyrano's words stopped any further arguments Jeff could have made. Kyrano portrayed an aura of calmness in the face of the danger his daughter was facing along with Jeff's oldest and youngest sons. They all knew what they had signed up for. While the stakes were admittedly higher than anything they've ever faced before, the risks weren't exactly unknown.

Then, they heard the tell-tale beeps. Looking at the line of portraits in front of Jeff's desk, they saw that Virgil's eyes were flashing. Desperate for an update, Jeff didn't hesitate picking up the call.

"Go ahead, Virgil. How's it going?" Jeff asked.

"We've just crossed the Thimalayan Mountains, father. We ought to be touching down on Mount Arkan in about three-and-a-half minutes."

"What's it like out there?" Jeff inquired.

"Pretty stormy, father. Pretty stormy."

The transmission cut off then, but Jeff didn't fuss over it. He knew with the conditions Virgil was facing, he needed to concentrate on landing Thunderbird 2 safely. He couldn't afford any distractions, even if the distraction was sending regular updates to his worried family back at the base.

Also, some of the mountains were tightly grouped, so Virgil needed to be careful with how he navigated Thunderbird 2 through them. The last thing they needed was for Thunderbird 2 to crash. Especially since they wouldn't be sure how they'd be able to affect a rescue.

Five minutes later, they heard Virgil's voice break through the radio, "Base from Thunderbird 2. Calling base from Thunderbird 2."

"Loud and clear, Virgil," Jeff immediately answered.

"We've touched down just under the summit of Mount Arkan, father, and are about to get out the transmitter truck."

"Alright, Virgil," Jeff nodded.

"What's the news from Thunderbird 3?"

"Not very good, I'm afraid," Jeff shook his head, "Their first safety beam projection was a failure, and they're having to go nearer the sun."

"Don't worry. Maybe we'll have more success this end."

Indiana couldn't help but hope they were successful. If Thunderbird 2 successfully projected their safety beam to the Sun Probe, that meant Thunderbird 3 could turn around and come home without putting themselves in further danger.

Indiana couldn't stand to be idle in times like this. When faced with daunting situations in the trauma centre, she always kept busy. She had plenty of surgeries and patients to treat. Heck. Even filing reports kept her sane during the odd lull they experienced.

So, Indiana sought to keep busy. Nobody questioned her. As she had said to Alan, everyone deals with stress differently.

For Indiana, her way of dealing with stress was keeping busy.

It certainly helped her keep busy during the next two hours. When she walked in with mugs of cocoa for everyone, Gordon reported to her that Thunderbird 3's second safety beam projection was also a failure and they had to go past their estimated region. Thunderbird 2 wasn't having much success either. While they were sending up a powerful beam, it wasn't powerful enough, and Brains needed time to make some adjustments in the Transmitter Truck before they could try again.

It was at this moment that Indiana decided she really hated waiting around.

She almost wondered what would've happened if she had met Scott earlier. If they were childhood, high school or even college sweethearts. They more than likely would've gotten married before he went on his first deployment with the Air Force. Not just because they were in love, but because Scott would've wanted to make sure she was taken care of should anything happen to him.

But there was one thing Indiana knew about Scott's Air Force missions. A lot of them were classified. There would've been times where she wouldn't even be allowed to know where he was, let alone what he was doing. Contact would have been extremely limited and it would be sanitized so Scott didn't inadvertently reveal something that compromised his missions.

He would've come home with scars and medals, including the Medal of Honour, but he wouldn't be allowed to talk about them. Indiana would've done anything to support him through it. It wouldn't be easy, but she'd do it.

The only thing that made it better with International Rescue is she was able to be part of it. They could openly talk about things that happen to them on the missions. They can support each other through it. They can see what others see. They will experience a lot of shared trauma.

She remembered a fight she and Scott had on a mission they went on after their first kiss, before her father visited the island.

Begin flashback

"Why would you do that?!" Scott snapped as they stormed into the infirmary.

"Do what? The same thing you did?" Indiana retorted as she began putting away the supplies Thunderbird 2 borrowed.

"You were meant to stay in Thunderbird 2!" Scott reminded her, "You were told to stay in the infirmary and you came out anyway!"

"Virgil was in trouble and you were busy! What else was I meant to do?!" Indiana demanded, "Let Virgil and that guy die?!"

"We're trained for this kind of thing! I told you to stay in Thunderbird 2 for a reason!" Scott continued raging.

Scott eventually got annoyed with the way Indiana continued putting the items away and virtually ignoring him. So, he grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly turned her around to face him. He wasn't so rough with her that he hurt her (even with how angry he was, he never would); but he certainly got his point across.

"Ana! They had guns!" Scott growled.

"And you're the one who trained me to shoot!" Indiana pointed out.

"That! Doesn't! Matter!" Scott emphasised each word, "You don't go running into the line of fire! You don't put yourself in danger! If anything happens to you, I…"

Scott trailed off, the words choking him as he was suddenly overwhelmed with what could've happened. He was scared enough at the thought of Virgil being in danger, but deep down, he knew his brother could hold his own. He could protect himself and he could protect the person they were rescuing.

But when he saw Indiana standing there, standing between the gunman and Virgil to buy him time to escape…

It was like someone reached into his chest and ripped his heart out. And it wasn't quick. It was a slow extraction, as if some sadist was trying to maximize the pain he felt.

"We can't lose you," Scott finally said, "You keep us alive, Ana."

He wanted to say something else. He wanted to say, "You keep me alive." But he felt it was too soon. Especially since they didn't even know what was between him.

But Indiana must've seen it in his eyes that's what he meant.

"And I can't stand by. You know that," Indiana stated.

The argument ended in a stalemate. They were both right. Scott didn't like what Indiana did, but he knew from the start she never wanted to sit on the sidelines.

All he could do was protect her. And hope she came home beside him. Sharing jokes with him as he flew Thunderbird 1 back to base.

And just like before, their attempts to talk further got diverted in favour of other priorities.

End flashback

A further two hours passed quicker than anyone on Tracy Island cared to admit. The Sun Probe was still on its collision course with the sun and neither Thunderbirds had shown signs of success. Indiana knew that by now, the solarnauts would be passing out due to the intense heat, the refrigeration plant would be useless, and the hull would begin to crack.

But that wasn't the only thing that scared her. What scared her even more was that Thunderbird 3 would soon be in the same shape. The rocket may have greater heat and radiation resistances compared to the Sun Probe, but even they wouldn't be able to withstand the heat and radiation from the sun for much longer.

Indiana had been struggling not to cry the entire time, but this latest news report destroyed her resolve.

It wasn't tears of relief.

It was heartbreak.

"We are now certain that the solar spaceship has been saved. I want to be the first person to thank International Rescue for their… Wait, folks. Here's more news. This is disastrous! It can't be true! According to the tracking stations, Thunderbird 3 has not altered course! She is heading straight for the sun! Stay tuned to this channel…"

The ground seemed to be pulled out from under everyone's feet. They were in a freefall. And no matter how much they clawed at the walls to slow their descent, they still fell.

And they were falling in a bottomless pit.

"Gordon, what's happening?! They're not pulling around!" Jeff demanded urgently.

"Father! The retros must have failed!" Gordon cried, the horror laced in his own voice.

"We've got to get through to Brains right away!" Jeff cried.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Virgil's voice to crackle through the speakers, and Jeff didn't waste time, "Virgil, bad news about Thunderbird 3."

"What's happened?!"

"Alan succeeded in saving the Sun Probe, but now, it seems the retros have failed on Thunderbird 3, and they're heading straight for the sun," Jeff reported sadly.

Indiana heard Virgil's voice laced with the horror they all felt, "Straight for the sun! Brains! What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna do?!"

Indiana immediately knew that when Virgil sounded this mournful, it was hopeless. She wanted desperately to believe the hopelessness was temporary, but she couldn't.

It reminded her of several patients from her days at Kessler Trauma Centre. She was always told throughout medical school that doctors had to be prepared for the fact they couldn't save everyone. She thought of every patient where she had to call the time of death. She thought of every patient that ended up on life support. In a vegetative state. She thought about how she had to break the news to the families.

While the situations were different, the general idea was the same, and Indiana didn't know if she could live with that.

"Kyrano!" Indiana immediately gasped through the tears, "Someone… Someone has to tell Kyrano!"

"I already know."

They turned to the sound of the broken voice. Kyrano showed his age more than he ever had. In fact, the news that his only child was in danger seemed to age him beyond his indeterminate age.

Jeff immediately rushed forward to guide one of his oldest friends to them. While Jeff busied himself with Kyrano, Gordon busied himself with Indiana. The two of them had gone close since that day Indiana comforted him through the anniversary of the hydrofoil crash.

So, he held her. Knowing he needed a friend.

"Only a specially-fitted ship can withstand the radiation and heat of the sun at that distance. Thunderbird 3 is doomed. What a tragedy. In saving the solarnauts, the gallant International Rescue crew have lost their own lives. All hope is rapidly fading."

Indiana wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw something at the TV, hoping that it would somehow travel through the screen and hit that reporter in the face.

But she didn't do any of that.

If anything, Jeff's cry of dismay stopped her.

"I won't believe it! I just can't! Scott… Alan… Tin-Tin… They've got to get out of it!"

Indiana wondered what state they were in. If the safety beam aboard Thunderbird 3 was still operating, that meant that Tin-Tin would more than likely had passed out from the heat before she was able to turn it off. If the safety beam was still operating, that meant the ship wouldn't have the power required to operate the retros.

Scott and Alan would have no way of knowing that. Especially if they, too, had passed out from the heat.

But she still hoped for a miracle. She still hoped that one of them would be conscious enough to shut down the safety beam aboard Thunderbird 3 and then fire the retros.

Or Brains and Virgil found a way to save them on Earth.

"International Rescue calling Virgil at Mount Arkan. This is International Rescue Base calling Thunderbird 2."

Indiana didn't even realize that Jeff had started trying to contact Thunderbird 2. He was desperate for an update. He was hoping that Brains could come up with a way to rescue his family.

"That's funny. They don't answer, Gordon," Jeff said to his fourth son.

"They've probably used all their power on the safety beam," Gordon suggested.

"Maybe you're right, Gordon. Maybe you're right," Jeff sighed.

Then, they heard Virgil reply.

"Base from Thunderbird 2. Base from Thunderbird 2."

"Loud and clear, Virgil. Where are you?" Jeff demanded.

"I'm sorry, father. We just heard your signal as we came back from the pod. Listen, father. It's our only hope. We haven't got time to explain, but Brains is gonna try to jam Thunderbird 3's transmitter."

The silence was deafening. Jeff had turned off the television, deciding the reporter's doom and gloom was not helping matters. Kyrano had tears running down his face, scared for his daughter. His baby. Tin-Tin was all he had left in this world. His wife was dead. His parents were dead. His half-brother was… Well, he didn't like talking about his half-brother. For good reason.

Gordon and Indiana kept looking at each other worriedly, seeing how Jeff just kept looking at the radio. Waiting for a sign. For news.

Then, they heard it. The cries of jubilation.

"Virgil! Something's happened! I'm getting a reading from Thunderbird 3!"

"Yeah! Me too! It can only mean one thing! The retros!"

"Yeah! They've fired! The retros have fired on Thunderbird 3!"

"Father?"

"It's okay, Virgil. I heard," Jeff reassured him, "Good thinking, boys. You've done a great job. I'm really proud of my International Rescue team today. Head back for base. We're gonna give a real heroes' welcome to Tin-Tin, Scott and Alan."


It took Thunderbird 3 65 hours to reach the danger zone, so it made sense that it took them close to three days to return to Earth.

All three of them were okay. Alan had managed to treat both Scott and Tin-Tin for heat exhaustion as well as himself. They were all in good shape when they finally touched down on Tracy Island.

"Now the excitement of Thunderbird 3's homecoming is over, Braman," Brains began, "let's see if my improvements on you worked. It's your move."

The celebrations have long died down. They had heard how Braman had saved the day. Brains had originally planned to pack the mobile computer into Thunderbird 2 as a precaution, just in case they needed to make additional calculations. But much to Brains' horror, when he and Virgil went to unpack it, they realized they had brought the wrong box and mistakenly brought Braman with them. Brains needed to work out the frequency to jam Thunderbird 3's transmitter, and working it out on paper would take weeks; time Thunderbird 3 didn't have. So, they were forced to rely on Braman. He came through in the end. Not only did he respond in a prompt manner (well, prompt enough, given the complexity of the calculations Brains required), but he gave the right answer.

Braman leaned forward, going to make a move in the game of chess he was engaged in with Brains, but then, he stopped, leaned back and declared, "Checkmate!"

Brains was aghast.

"I don't believe it! Surely, it c-c-c-can't be true! A machine cannot have a brain better than mine!" Brains cried.

Jeff, who had been watching the game unfold, moved to reassure his friend, "It was a fluke, Brains. You've been working kinda hard lately, you know."

"Oh yeah. That must be it," Brains nodded, eager to agree with his employer, "I wasn't concentrating. That must be it. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Jeff smiled, "Anyway, Brains, thanks for all you've done."

Scott, Tin-Tin and Alan walked in at that moment, expressing their gratitude for the scientist.

Braman, growing the evermore sentient, decided to pipe in with, "Thanks, Brains!"

Brains just sat there sheepishly, accepting the praise and gratitude heaped upon him.


Scott was laying in his bed, Indiana curled up beside him. The emotions of the last few days – and the homecoming that greeted him when he came back – had taken its toll. So, he decided an early night was in order. Indiana immediately joined him, deciding an early night would do her some good too.

Rolling over slightly, Scott pressed a kiss into the scar near her temple, tightening his embrace as he did.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Indiana whispered.

"You and me both," Scott murmured, kissing her temple once more, "There were a couple of times where I thought…"

"I know," Indiana reassured him, adjusting her position so she partially rested on top of him, "There were times where we forgot to breathe down here."

Scott almost laughed, remembering that time during the Sidewinder's rescue where Indiana almost collapsed because she forgot to breathe. But he couldn't laugh at her. Not about this. Not this time.

There were times where he forgot to breathe, too.

"What are we going to do, Scott?" Indiana asked, "We can't ignore this anymore."

"I know," Scott sighed, running his fingers through her hair.

"So, where do we stand?" Indiana finally asked the question she dreaded asking.

"I'm not gonna lie, Ana. I have feelings for you," Scott admitted, "Probably since the day father and I chose you to be our medic. But I never want to push you into anything. So, if you don't want this…"

"I do," Indiana cut in, "I do want this, Scooter. I just want to… I just want this to stay with us. For now, anyway."

"I get what you mean," Scott reassured her, pressing a kiss to her nose and smiling at the way her face scrunched up at the action.

Indiana smiled as she leaned up to kiss him. Immediately, Scott tightened his grip on her as she rolled fully on top of him.

"Maybe…" Scott gasped out as she nibbled on the shell of his ear, causing his fingers to tighten on her shirt, "Maybe we should… Talk about a couple more things…"

"We can do that later," Indiana panted, sucking on his lower lip, "Right now, I'm done talking."

Scott's resolve finally crumbled when she stroked the hairs on the nape of his neck. With a growl, he rolled them over, turning her giggles into gasps and whimpers.

She was right. They could talk later.

But right now, it was heaven on Earth.


Yep. Looking more and more appealing.

See you on the other side.

Actually, I may hide. I'm planning to bring drama next chapter.